After the rain

The world around me feels decaying

stifled full of Life and green.

Leaves on stems on moss on grass:

A mass, a wait of years it seems.

The reign is over,

mist lighter than my shadow, shallow

when drops from tree tops are thicker, heavy with expectance.

I move as they fall, their energy is mine.

The Thunder left them quivering, He will be back in time.

‘til then I roll and duck, and die,

as in my imagination trees collapse and

roll themselves to paper and bound I draw my last: A scene

beyond idyllic, the canvas captured quick, a scene

with no-one in it, their lives would ruin it.

MNiS after the rain